| I got a souvenir on my leg
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| The time I stack my bike.
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| A piece of history on my lip
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| The day I learned how to fight.
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| I wouldn’t listen, I had to learn,
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| You play with fire, you gonna get burnt!
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| Chorus:
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| Scars talking about stories,
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| Some are like medals
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| We wear with glory
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| Scars, fading with time,
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| You got yours I got mine!
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| Too much trouble and some,
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| All I saw was dust.
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| And my whole life flashing before me,
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| I can still feel 'em stitching me up!
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| I wouldn’t listen, I had to learn,
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| You play with fire, you gonna get burnt!
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| Chorus:
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| Scars talking about stories,
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| Some are like medals
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| We wear with glory
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| Scars, fading with time,
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| You got yours I got mine!
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| Then there’s one it won’t heal,
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| She cut me real!
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| Chorus:
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| Scars talking about stories,
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| Some are like medals
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| We wear with glory
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| Scars, fading with time,
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| You got yours I got mine!
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| Thanks to madailui |